“Legacy is not leaving something for people; it is leaving something in people”As you walk the streets of Jandiala Guru, you are welcomed by the 'thak thak' sound of hammering of utensils and as you walk further in, you see the faces of men: men trying desperately to hold on to their art long forgot..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
Misty daybreak and the first calls of the rooster in a scenic village have the men going to the river for ablutions, preparing themselves for a day fi..
Red… the colour of blood, of life, vitality… red, the colour of the Mother Goddess, the embodiment of power, the nurturer and destroyer… the protector..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
The East India Company imported raw cotton from India while they dumped the local Indian market with inferior machine-made cloth. This led to a great ..
A synesthetic expression…where songs and words dance on canvas, colours and patterns make musical harmonies…The Gond tribal painting is an experience ..
Legend tells us that, centuries ago, in the stark landscape of Saurashtra, a shepherd man married a woman from the weaver community amidst great oppos..